Okay, the other night in the chat room, I shared a Joni dream I had the other
night. Clark, forgive me for "outing" you with this before I talked with you.
So, Clark and I are at a concert in old Hollywood (kinda Silverlakey area).
It's in a run down venue billing several good artists, among them JM. Kakki
must have been in Hawaii, cause she wasn't there. They were using an old
green igloo like building next door for a dressing area. You know, the kind
people put up in the 1970s in LA to tease neighbors into thinking the
neighborhood was cool again.
>From the igloo, Joni emerges, cigarette in hand. Like EVERYWHERE else in LA,
smoking is prohibited - I assume the same was true for the "igloo." Clark
and I, enjoying a smoke of our own, spotted the blond. "Why don't you come
smoke with us, Joni," I yelled down Sunset. She flashed a smile and walked
our way.
Having a pocketful of Clark's CDs in my jacket, after some humble
introductions and shared memories of Saskatoon, I handed one to Joni
suggesting she take a peak at the dedication. "Cool," she said, "but I
already heard it. Number Two is my favorite." She DOES have good taste.
She then proceeded to tell us some secret stories. Each one was sung in the
form of one of her famous (or semi-famous) recorded songs. After a story or
two (one about O'Keefe, another about Cass Elliot), she said we would have to
play a game. She would tell us stories or answer questions only if we could
identify the song she used to frame sung stories. They were all her songs,
she advised. For each one we got right, she gave us an M&M.
There were several before we were done. Clark got the most M&Ms -- a
fistful. I got three. One for Lucky Girl, another for Car on a Hill, and a
third for TLTISR. The stories were amazing -- I am gentleman and won't
divulge the secrets of a sparrow, but one involved her new recording contract.
She asked Clark to be a guest artist.
Gnight, everyone!
Coyote Rick (continuing to eat See's before bed)
Camp HiHill, Los Angeles, CA
